Batman: Can you save me? 4
Chapter inspired by the song: I knew you were trouble
Artist: Taylor Swift
You awoke on a hard surface, groaning because your head hurt. Memories filled your head and you let a sob escape you lips. The horrible memories.
"Damn it..." You kept your eyes shut and cried into the hard floor. At least you were dressed again though.
But the sound of soft footsteps caught your attention. Slowly you opened your eyes and took in your surroundings. You were in a small bathroom, laying in a old rusty tub. However, that was all you could see due to the tall sides of the tub.
Suddenly the footsteps stopped and you shivered as a hand ghosted its fingertips over your side. You tried to struggle only to find your hands bound behind your back. You whimpered.
"I see your awake. How was your nap?" The voice asked spoke softly followed by a dark chuckle which you instantly realized to be, Jack.
You let out a involuntary shiver and whimper. You could feel him grip your arm and pull you upright into sitting position. You instantly gave him a pleaing look. But he just smiled back.
"Your so cute." He cooed and you tried to move your legs and push away from him, only to find they too were tied.
You tried to speak but was quickly cut off by his soft lips. "All my other toys were so boring. Maybe you can interest me more than they did." He said quietly against your lips.
"No." You said through the muffled kiss.
Joker quickly pulled back and raised a brow at you. "No?" He repeated in question.
A frown took your lips as you watched him sit down on the nearby toilet seat and stare at you. His green orbs breaking you down bit by bit. You looked away in discomfort from his gaze.
"Don't kiss me." You said meekly, looking at him nervously.
He had scares that weren't there before and his face looked awful. He must've hidden them under a shit laid of foundation when you first met. He looked so much better when you first both met.
Joker sat back a bit and put his hands on his knees as he observed you. It was like he was trying to decipher you. Figure you out and find all your weaknesses. But it all stopped when he caught you staring at him.
"Is it the scars?" He asked suddenly, leaning forward and almost inches from your face as he looked you straight in the eyes.
You frowned. And tried to pull back away from his face. But he followed, coming ever so closer. You jumped slightly when he suddenly grabbed you by the chin and made you stare at him.
"Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" He asked with a dull expression.
You tried to pull your head away but he held you firm. He raises a brow at you and then let go of you before leaning back and putting himself in a thinking pose. You watched him cautiously.
"Hmm," you sounded and rubbed his chin in thought as he looked at you before placing his hand back on his knee. "Okay. I'll guess I'll tell you since you seem so interested."
"I'm not interested. I'm stuck, freak." You muttered so he couldn't hear you. But he did.
He quickly shot you a glare before softening his gaze once more. Finally he leaned to you again and grabbed your chin with to much unwanted pressure. You made a little noise of discomfort and heard him chuckle.
"I got these scares when I was a boy. Just a wee thing!" He began to sound excited. "I would play in the parks by my house and mom would watch me happily." Soon his enthusiasm ceased. "But one day a group of mean thugs came and attacked my mother as she watched me swing on the swings." His face went stone cold. "I watched as they were beating her up and doing terrible things to her. So, I decided to be brave and so I got off the playground and ran up, punching one of the guys in the back, trying to defend my precious mother!" He frowned as if he was reliving the experience. "But they didn't like that. So one of the guys pulled out a knife and carved up my face, and made
my mother watch the whole thing! And by the time it was all over they killed her and left me for dead too..." He frowned deeply at you and released you before sitting back.
You looked at him for a moment before speaking, trying the best you could not to sound nervous or disturbed. "You're lying..."
Joker looked at you for a long moment before letting a huge smile split his lips. Quickly you leaned back as he leaned forward, carrying a creepy grin. You knitted your brows in thought as you stared back at him.
"Why do you say that?" He asked, laughing in amusement.
You frowned. "Because you kept looking down to the left. I'm a cop and that's one of the many signs your lying." You stated quietly.
Joker laughed hysterically for a long moment. "Really?! You really are going to be fun aren't you?" He continued to laugh.
You glared at him. "I'm not one of your little toys! And I'm not going to entertain you!" You shouted, gaining a personally pissed face.
He just continued to laugh, amused by your actions. You glares at him profusely. Finally he began to quiet down. Once he was quiet he grinned at you.
"So feisty. I like it!" He chuckled and you spat at him, hitting his pants.
He grinned impossibly wider, ignoring the fact that you had just spit on him. "I guess I'll have to introduce you to the rest of the family." He said, clapping his hands together with joy.
Sorry for the short chapter!!!
End of chapter 3